Hard Launch
Summary: While having some friends over, they notice that you and Bob seem to be awfully close. But aren't you dating Joaquin?
Pairing: Joaquin x reader x Bob
Warnings: same universe as OUR Girl, poly relationship, grinding, suggestive themes, Bob being touch deprived, Sam and Bucky being concerned, awkward confrontation.
A/n: sorry folks no full smut in this one!
Our Girl universe
You wake up at the sound of a knock on Bob's door. "Angel, you in there?" You hear Joaquin's muffled voice ask through the door. You get off of Bob's chest, accidentally waking him up in the process.
"Sorry," you apologize. "Yeah I'm in here!" The door opens and Joaquin strides right in. He sits on the bed right next to you, his hand immediately moving to your thigh.
"Morning cariño." He kisses you and you hum in content against his lips. "I actually came in here to talk to the both of you." Bob sits up, rubbing the sleepiness from his eyes and leans his head on your shoulder. "Sam and Bucky asked if they could come over. I didn't respond yet but I just wanted to ask if that was okay with you two first."
"I don't mind. Bob?" You look down and he shakes his head.
"Yeah, but they don't know about us. So that would mean we'd have to be on the down low about...this." he gestures to the three of you.
"Ohhhh right." You nod in understanding. "I'm sure we can be lowkey about it! It'd be nice to see Sam and Bucky again."
"Okay, so tell them yes?" You nod and Joaquin goes ahead and texts them that they can come over. As he does that, you and Bob drift off into your own little world.
"Y'know that means you have to keep your hands to yourself right?" You giggle when he lets out a low groan and nuzzles his face into your shoulder. He wraps his arms around your waist and pushes you back onto the bed so his upper half can hover above you.
"Yeah. But it's gonna be soooo hard" He pouts down at you.
You giggle, "are you talking about your hands or...something else?" You ask with a raised brow and suggestive smirk, reaching a hand under the blanket to feel him.
He let's out a shaky breath before grinning, "both." He grinds down on you and the both of you moan.
"Heyyyy I want some attention too angel." Joaquin tosses his phone on the bed, not caring when it bounces off onto the floor with a thud. His face hovers above yours and he kisses you. You moan into his mouth as Bob continues to grind into you.
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As you prepare dinner and Bob takes out the trash, Joaquin hugs you from behind. You smile to yourself and lean back into him. "Y'know," he starts rubbing his hands up and down your sides, "it's gonna be kind of nice to pretend to have you to myself tonight. Like we used to."
Your stirring of the pot stops and you turn your head to look at him with furrowed brows. "What? Are you starting to change your mind about this poly thing?" He shakes his head but you keep talking. "Because if you are, you can tell me and I'll talk to Bob-"
"Angel, it's not that." He chuckles at the worried look on your face. "I'll admit that it was a little difficult sharing you with someone else, let alone my roommate, but I got used to it. I just mean it'll be kinda nice to have things feel like old times. I love Bob, and you love him too right?"
"Of course I do."
"And I love you so much. Sometimes I just want you to myself for a little bit." His grip on your waist tightens in a squeeze.
You smile and lean in to kiss him which he happily obliges. "So you don't regret our new relationship?" Even after his previous statement, you still need one last reassuring affirmation.
"No, I don't. Honestly, it's probably the hottest thing we've ever done." You giggle and kiss him again just as Bob walks in. You finish up cooking dinner while Joaquin and Bob continue to tidy up the place.
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"Sam just texted that they're down the street. Remember, keep your affections on the down low alright?" You nod at Joaquin and Bob does a salute motion with a stern look, causing you to giggle and kiss him. You've been kissing him as much as you can before your guests arrive.
Soon enough, the three of you hear a knock on the door and you all share a look that says "we got this." You trail behind Joaquin, holding his arm as he opens the door to greet Sam and Bucky.
"Hey guys!" You all take turns sharing hugs before inviting them in.
"Bob, nice to see you again." Bucky shares a bro hug with Bob, giving him a friendly smile. "How's the new living situation? They're not causing you trouble are they? I love those two but they can also be a bit much."
Bob chuckles, "no no everything's fine. Great even!" God, Bucky wouldn't even fathom how great it's been.
Bucky nods, "I'm glad to hear that. It's probably better that you live with people you see more often rather in the tower where we're gone most of the time."
Bob shrugs, "I didn't mind it that much, I was pretty used to being alone. But I do like it here. And Y/n and Joaquin are great." Better than great. "They make me feel included– in a friendly way of course!" He awkwardly chuckles.
Bucky raises an almost concerned brow, "they don't make you feel like a third wheel at all?"
"Nope." Bob gives him a tight lipped smile and Bucky thankfully ends the conversation. He joins Sam and Joaquin on the couch while Bob makes his way over to you in the kitchen.
"Hey," he whispers, leaning a little closer than he should be but you don't warn him.
"Hey babe," you smile back. "Do you mind grabbing the wine glasses from the top shelf please?" He nods and opens the cabinet as you finish plating the food. After setting down the glasses, he stands close to you again, making small talk.
Sam's gaze flickers from you to Bob then back to Joaquin. He moves from his chair over to the couch cushion next to him. "Hey uh are you and Y/n cool? Like are you still together?"
"Yeah, we're still together and very much in love." He chuckles. "Why do you ask?"
"I was looking at her and Bob over there and they just seemed sorta touchy. I don't mean to insinuate anything, but I just thought you should know in case that's crossing any boundaries."
Joaquin furrows his brows before turning to see you standing at the stove with Bob's hand resting on your lower back. His eyes widen and he clears his throat, "oh yeah that's just how Bob is!"
"Really?" Bucky chimes in. "For all I've known him, he's never been the touchy type."
Joaquin feels his hands start to sweat a bit as he quickly files through his brain for any good excuses. "Yeah well, living together has made us all pretty close. Physical touch helps with his anxiety."
"Why would he be anxious right now? It's just us."
Joaquin shrugs while letting out a puff of air, "who knows man. Anxiety is a weird thing." He turns back to look at you and as if you could feel his gaze, you turn around. You smile at him before furrowing your eyebrows, a silent way of asking him what's wrong.
He doesn't say anything, he just glances down at Bob's hand on you and you catch on. You quickly turn back around and whisper to Bob to drop his hand, which he does with an awkward chuckle.
"Bob, can I talk to you for a sec?" Bob turns to see Joaquin standing with a pointed look.
"U-uh yeah!" He shares one last look with you before following Joaquin to his room. Once the door shuts, Joaquin gives him a look of disbelief.
"Dude! You are not being subtle! Sam saw you touching Y/n and now he's suspicious."
Bob squeezes his eyes shut before covering his face. "Ohhhhh man I'm sorry." He says sincerely.
"Get your act together before we have to explain what's going on." He pats Bob on the shoulder before opening the door and exiting the room.
When they walk back out, you, Sam, and Bucky are already sitting at the table with your plates of food in front of you. Joaquin smiles at you and kisses your head before sitting next to you. Bob is about to do the same before remembering his conversation with Joaquin 30 seconds ago and just sits on your other side in front of Bucky.
As you're listening to Sam's story, your breath hitches when you feel a hand on your thigh. It's not Joaquin, the man you're supposed to be in a monogamous relationship with. No, it's your other boyfriend.
You glance over to the side, trying to see if he's aware of what he's doing. It doesn't seem he does as his face is completely neutral, unaware of the pool of heat he's causing to form from his mere touch alone. He laughs at something Sam says and his grip tightens, causing you to tense up.
Joaquin notices, of course. His senses are always heightened around you, he's aware of your every move whether it's a conscious decision or not. He looks to you with concern and you subtly shift your eyes down to Bob's hand on your thigh, Joaquin following your gaze.
He slyly wraps his arm around the back of your chair and nudges Bob. When he meets his eyes, Joaquin mouths to let go and Bob catches on.
When he removes his hand from your thigh, you immediately miss his touch. Thankfully, Joaquin places his hand on your other thigh instead. You smile and place your hand on top of his, making Bob frown.
After dinner, Bob volunteers to do the dishes while everyone else chats on the couch. His eyes can't help but flicker to you and Joaquin on the couch. You're nuzzled into his hold, the upper half of your body practically on top of his. Bob let's out a sad sigh, wishing he could touch you right now.
He hears your laugh echo across the room and ring through his eardrums like an angelic song. He clenches his eyes shut when he feels himself begin to stretch the fabric of his sweatpants. "Fuck" he mutters to himself.
After drying his hands, he adjusts himself and joins the group on the couch. He plops next to you and you smile before leaning a little closer but not enough to raise suspicions. Your arm is squished against his and he feels his skin burn.
Every laugh you let out causes your arm to rub against his. He moves it so it's resting on the couch behind you instead. He can't help but glance down at your lips. The feel of them alone could probably make him burst in his pants, ending the agonizing pain he's currently feeling.
After a much harder laugh that has you throwing your head back against his arm, his resolve quickly disappears. He gets up from his seat, catching the attention of everyone, including you. "I'll be right back. I just need to get my phone charger." He clears his throat and makes his way to his bedroom.
After a few minutes, you hear his voice call for you from his room. You share a knowing look with Joaquin before getting up and following Bob's voice. Once inside, Bob pushes the door shut. "What is it–"
You're cut off by his lips on yours, the force of his mouth pushing you against the wall next to the door. "This is torture," he groans. "I had to feel you, touch you." You moan against him when he kisses you again, deeper this time. "I love you."
"I love you too Bob."
Meanwhile in the living room, Joaquin continues his conversation with Sam and Bucky. "Can I use your bathroom?" Bucky asks.
"Yeah, it's down the hall to the right." Bucky nods and thanks him before following his directions. When he exits the bathroom, he's about to rejoin the group when he hears what sounds like a moan coming from one of the rooms.
He tiptoes quietly, leaning in closer until he finds a door just barely cracked open. He peaks through the crack and sees you caged against a wall with your lips attached to Bob's.
"What the hell are you two doing?!" You pull away with a gasp at the harsh sound of the door slamming against the wall opposite from you. Your eyes widen in horror when you see Bucky standing in the doorway, anger and confusion written all over his face. "Bob what the fuck!"
The sound of the commotion has Sam rushing over with Joaquin trailing behind, anxiety eating at him. Your eyes widen when Sam appears in the doorway next to Bucky. Bob is still on you when you look to Joaquin who swallows harshly.
"I fucking knew there was something fishy going on here man!" Sam tells Joaquin before turning back to you. "How dare you cheat on Joaquin! He's been nothing but amazing to you for these past few years and this is how you repay him?!"
"No no no Sam you don't understan–"
"You shut your fucking mouth Reynolds!" Sam points a derogatory finger at Bob, silencing him instantly. "I can't fucking believe this!"
"Sam..." Joaquin speaks up and everyone's eyes turn to him. "Bucky, this really isn't what it looks like."
Sam scoffs in disbelief, "Joaquin how can you possibly be defending them right now?! She cheated on you with your roommate!"
"No! She didn't!" Joaquin let's out a defeated sigh. Sam's brows furrow as he scans Joaquin's expression.
"Did... did you two break up? You told me you were still together." Sam looks almost heartbroken at the possibility of you two no longer being together.
"We are still together. There's just been...an adjustment in our relationship." Bucky and Sam raise their brows, urging him to continue. Joaquin steps forward towards you and Bob and holds your hand. "We're no longer monogamous."
"Excuse me?" Bucky speaks up for the first time since this whole mess exploded.
"I won't get into the details but Y/n is dating both of us now. We're a poly couple and we're all okay with it."
Sam places a hand on forehead as he tries to wrap his head around what he's hearing. "Wait so lemme get this straight. There's no cheating?"
Joaquin shakes his head, "no cheating."
"And you," he points to you, "you're dating Joaquin and Bob?"
"Yup." You answer with a tight lipped smile.
"Oh my god." He leans against the door and runs his hands down his face while Bucky just stands there speechless.
"We didn't know how to tell you so our plan was to kinda just pretend everything is normal."
"But I fucked it up, of course" Bob scoffs at himself. "Just like I always do."
You place a comforting hand on his arm. "Hey, don't say that. They were bound to find out eventually." You cup his cheek and he nuzzles his face further into your palm.
Bucky, who is watching the whole scene unfold, still can't believe what he's seeing and hearing. "I'm- I'm gonna need a drink to process this." He exits the room with Sam following behind to open the second wine bottle they brought.
The three of you are left standing in Bob's room, the awkward tension still lingering in the air. You blow out a puff of air and throw your hands up. "Welp, cat's out of the bag now."
Joaquin sighs and nods, "Yup. Cat's out of the bag."
"That's one way to hard launch our relationship." Bob awkwardly chuckles and you and Joaquin just deadpan at him. His smile slowly fades and he clears his throat. "I'm just gonna go rejoin them now." He points to the door and walks out.
You turn towards Joaquin and reach for his hand, grabbing his attention. "You okay?"
He gives you a smile and tightens his hand around yours. "Yeah, I just wish I didn't have to be the one to explain it to them, especially today." He chuckles. "If I'd known, I would've prepared a speech or something."
You giggle and press a kiss to his cheek and then his lips.
"I just hope they don't view us differently now," he sighs.
"Oh they definitely will! But they'll get used to it. It's not like it's affecting them in any way." Joaquin shrugs in agreement and wraps his arms tighter around you. He leans his forehead against yours.
"I love you so much"
"I love you too my pretty boy." You kiss him one last time before eventually walking back out and rejoining the group, this time with no more secrets.
